i need to study. i need to write. i need to translate. i need to create. i need to sing. i need to dance. i need to pour my heart and soul into something. i need to listen. i need to see. i need to make. i need to bake. i need to hear. i need to feel. i need to let it all out until i become.
When my mother whispers that after my birth all her sadness flew away like a long escaped sigh...I like to think that it didn't go anywhere, it didn't vanish...it just replaced it's residence. I like to think, without knowing she created a sad little thing that absorbed all her pain and she gave it a sweet little name.
it’s three-thirty in the morning, that’s a bad time to talk about should-haves and would-haves - needful things
next person I date needs to at least understand mental illness. it would make a difference if I actually dated someone that understood 🖤
The fate of love keeps my wait warm, knowing that I will find you, love you, and show this world that deep within me, there was always love waiting to break free.